I’m moving so fast
Life flashing before my eyes
Prayer said before death
death
Angel of Death by my Bedside (a poem)
The angel of death sits by my bedside
I stare into the vacuum of her eyes
I know for sure I’m being exiled
And she’s waiting for my demise
She comes to visit once a month
Brings me a bouquet of dead flowers
She always looks so stunned
That I’m awake at such late hours
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God Laughed (a poem)
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
The child is dying, and there’s nothing
I can do, except scream like the child
Is the child me? I wonder
Am I dying? Maybe so
The cabin room is hot
The planet is an oven
All our worst fears always
Come true, it’s true
My father taught me this
A day before he died
At his kitchen table
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At Death’s Door (a poem)
What comes after death?
Why of course, no one knows
When we take our last breath
Where do we all go?
We all ask this question
Religions are based upon it
There are a million suggestions
On the topic, we’re very split
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Even Death May Die (flash fiction)
Here’s a piece of horror flash fiction inspired by the tales and mythos of H.P. Lovecraft. It’s about 600 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 and a half minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Motel Blues (a 6-word story)
William Blake’s Angels of Death (graphic art)
Some of you may recognize this illustration – it’s one from William Blake called “Christ in the Sepulcher, Guarded by Angels.” I’m a big fan of Blake’s poetry and famously weird illustrations, so I wanted to distort one a bit with some graphic effects from Canva. I like how this turned out and I particularly like the orange hues.
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An Awful Sight (a poem)
Deep in the woods at night
I came upon an awful sight
a corpse, ashen and stiff
it was quite a terrible fright
The body was by the cliff
and suddenly it did shift
I screamed, ran like hell
my legs moved very swift
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A Grave with My Name (a poem)
We find peace in cemeteries,
severe paths leading to
shaded plots of land
under hazy streetlight –
take my hand,
tell me you love me,
make me feel it, damnit,
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Daily Quote: Why Religions Exist
“Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death. They need death as much as we need bread to eat.” ― José Saramago
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